Monday, April 21, 2014

The Lament

Deep in the depths of my heart she lies
Silent and aloof,
Visitor in the dark of the night
When sleep eludes.
 
Whispers I hear
From a face I never see
Images like shadows
Forever haunting me.
 
The soreness creeps in
Like mist upon a valley,
smoggy memories cling on
like some lingering fungal disease. 

 
She left like the retreating tide
Leaving grime and dirt behind
I grope but cannot find
Solace nor peace of mind.
 
Slowly sinking into the murky deep
choking in frivolous juvenile pranks I seep
The Angel of death awaits
Release me to my fate.
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